The hotel manager happened to be passing by. When he heard this, he came over in embarrassment: "But Miss Bupo, that room is really..."
Fubo Narumi heard his refusal and her face darkened: "I told you, for the sake of security, the rooms in this hotel will be allocated by the police. We are a completely scientific team, don't fool me with those stories about strange powers and gods.
——Find someone to take them to room 315."
The hotel manager sighed: "Okay."
Seeing his compromise, Fuwa Narumi turned to look at the three sneaky "temporary workers", took off the cigarette from her lips, and nodded at them:
"Although I don't know what you are here for, if I were you, I would wait until the end of the play - if you dare to cause trouble for me, as long as you dare to step across the legal boundaries, I will immediately give you a
Sanctions that best match.”
"..."
These words were quite intimidating to the three members of the organization with ulterior motives.
Fortunately, the three of them have no plans to do anything recently. They just hope to be the most ordinary civilians and spend every day in harmony.
…
The front desk was so busy that it was hard to turn away. Finally, the supervisor came forward and personally took the three of them to the third floor.
After getting to the third floor and out of the sight of the policeman, Maya Hashimoto couldn't help but ask the hotel manager: "I just heard you keep talking about 'that room'. What is going on in this room?"
The supervisor sighed and said nothing.
Soon he stopped at the door of a room: "This is room 315. If you can't get used to it, you can go home now."
Maya Hashimoto: "..." Why does this house feel so bad?
Just as he was thinking about it, the supervisor took out a magnetic card and inserted it into the door lock, and the door opened in response.
The supervisor opened the door: "Please come in."
Maya Hashimoto took a look and found that it was just an ordinary room. He sniffed hard again and found that there was no corpse odor or other suspicious smell in the air.
If I had to pick a fault, it was that the curtains were drawn at this time and the light in the room was a bit dim, making it look a bit eerie.
At this time, the hotel manager reached out and flicked on the light.
Blood-red light poured down, dyeing the entire room a depressing thin red, and all the walls and furniture turned a blood-red hue.
Kurosawa Kazuma was startled: "What the hell is this place!"
The other two people were obviously shocked, but when they heard him shouting, they stopped him in unison: "Don't make trouble, be polite, it would be nice if they gave us a room!"
Kazuma Kurosawa: "?"
The hotel manager smiled, as if he didn't hear their complaints, and handed the magnetic card to Maya Hashimoto: "This is the key. Our hotel attaches great importance to security, so every time at midnight, if the data is changed, the magnetic card for that day will be lost.
If you decide to stay, please remember to go to the front desk to change your card every day."
After saying that, he bowed and turned to leave.
Maya Hashimoto: "Wait, so why is this room like this?"
"..."
The hotel manager paused slightly, but did not look back.
He kept smiling, as if he didn't hear anything, but the speed of his feet quietly changed, walking faster and faster, walking faster and faster... and disappeared along the corridor in the blink of an eye.
Kurosawa Kazuma looked at his back, his eyes twitching wildly, and he glared at Saburo Inozuka: "Is there really nothing wrong with the place you picked?"
As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed in the direction where the supervisor was leaving: "Look at that guy, he doesn't answer questions, doesn't give any useful clues, he only explains how to open the room, and he always says some unexplained words to add to the scary atmosphere... like
He's like an NPC in a horror movie, so unlucky! - I really have a bad feeling, let's hide somewhere else."